Forthcoming Renaissance after the Gloom
Toss me left or throw me right,
To my death or to a cruel life,
Right it is.
Bound by shackles,
Make me stand,
Make me suffer,
I am no dove.
I am no swan.
I am a mockingbird.
Not above,
Not below,
No more,
No less,
We are equal and yet it’s not enough.
The race for death starts,
Fear seizes and paralyzes our hearts,
Hoping – Praying – Fading
Hours of labor,
Tears to be shed,
Three to a bed,
Sweat and blood,
On my knees in the mud.
*
One by one we fall,
Cry – Weep – Mourn
I am broken. I am torn.
His Minions threaten us,
They knock me cold with the butt of their rifles,
My cries I force to stifle,
Flames roar,
Bodies on top of bodies,
Burnt flesh smell,
Trapped so it seems forever in this hell,
*
Scream! – Shout! – Plead!
Too many tears,
Too many fears,
Too much have I come face to face with the Angel of Death.
I wonder when He’ll take my last breath.
We suffer in agonizing pain,
No one is sane,
I’m going mad.
I’m losing my mind.
How can they be so cruel?
How can they listen?
My brothers and sisters bang on walls of gas chambers,
Stolen lives,
I fight to survive.
*
Aching – Breaking – Shaking
Lord, I beg, strike me down,
Can I go on?
Am I strong?
No false moves; can’t go wrong,
No room for mistakes.
Help me.
Can’t the world see?
These men torture,
–no! Not men!
Savage beasts prance in glee,
They almost kill me,
Horns curl out of their heads,
Cold-blooded followers of Him, the Devil.
*
They dare to extinguish us,
Dare to kill a mockingbird!
Kicking! – Biting! – Wrenching!
Months go by,
Losing faith and wanting to die,
Am I hallucinating?
Am I dead?
No.
Here you bleed just to know you’re alive,
Must press on; must survive
*
Lying – Crying – Dying…
On the inside I’m choking! – gagging! – suffocating!
Millions drop dead,
Emaciated, frail, unfed
Gunshots fire,
I know to not give up is my deepest desire,
Night and day mold together,
Stuck here forever…
*
I awake.
I shiver.
What’s this?
They – His Minions – are gone.
I squint.
Soldiers walk in,
They stand tall,
In one’s arms I fall,
Rescued at last,
Years have past.
Saved.
But still too many graves.
These shackles are shattered,
Rain tumbles to the ground,
Pitter, patter,
New hope is found,
The War is finished,
We start fresh and over,
Rejoicing – Smiling – Embracing…
So I thought the world would come to an end,
But tonight is the night the world begins again,
After all the misery,
The pain,
The dark,
All the tears to fill an ocean,
I gracefully cross my own Red Sea of salvation,
I’ve made it.
Warm waters
Kiss my skin,
And now our Renaissance begins.
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